When he walks out of the bathroom, he lays his uniform and his gun on my table. I’m staring at it as he walks toward me. He wraps his arms around me and lifts me effortlessly until I’m seated on the island in front of him. He stands between my legs and slides his hands down my arms as he brings his mouth to my neck. He’s making me dizzy. I close my eyes and lean my neck to the side when his lips meet my skin. I’m covered in chills and full of curiosity. Is Saint always this way? This…in control?
I should be a writer to experience this thing oh my gosh
